Free Web Novel"""Lived""?" Boss Hu nodded thoughtfully, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Is there some meaning behind that?" "Mm..." Lu Yibei thought for a moment, her expression blank. "There's a story inside."
"Oh? A story?" Boss Hu looked at Lu Yibei with a hint of surprise in his eyes, raising an eyebrow. He commented, "Although I've said it several times already, I still can't help but want to repeat it."
"You really are talented! You grasped one of the simplest ways to cook Human Hell so quickly." After a pause, he added, "To be honest, that person surnamed Pu used this very method."
"However, I am a bit curious, what kind of story is it?"
"Inside..." Lu Yibei pondered for a few seconds, briefly recalling Hua Qianli's life in the story. She said seriously, "It's the life of a certain man, not particularly good, nor particularly bad."
"As for the specific content of the story, if you still want to know after you've finished eating, I can tell you in detail?" In truth, Lu Yibei wasn't entirely sure about the completion level of this dish.
While cooking just now, her attention was entirely focused on Chatterbox Girl's story, and she completely forgot about infusing the Spiritual Energy fluctuation (fluctuations) containing emotions into the dish.
That feeling was like playing an erotic game and accidentally getting so absorbed in the plot that you forget about the'spicy' parts. Just as Lu Yibei was deep in thought, a premonition flashed through her mind.
【He picked up a chicken wing root with chopsticks】
Her thoughts were interrupted by the premonition. Lu Yibei composed herself, her gaze shifting to Boss Hu, and she saw him pick up a chicken wing root from the plate with his chopsticks.
The chicken wing root was golden in color, coated in a layer of amber-colored sauce. The sauce was just the right consistency; as the chicken wing root left the plate, it lifted a glistening thread, but it wasn't overly thick.
The sauce drew a thin line as the chopsticks moved up and down, accompanied by rising heat, and a faint hint of wheat aroma drifted over. Based on appearance alone, this dish was almost perfect.
"Good, good!" Boss Hu praised with a smile. "Then «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» I shall try your """Lived""" then."
Although he had observed just now that Lu Yibei's dish was somewhat terrifying, he didn't care. Under the blessing of his Power, he could eat even more terrifying dishes.
Furthermore, a dish he said he would eat, he had to finish even if it gave him diarrhea! "Crunch!"
Taking a bite, the crispy exterior of the chicken wing root made a light sound, followed by a rich aroma of alcohol mixed with wheat, which burst forth like a breaking dam.
For a moment, Boss Hu even had the illusion of taking a large gulp of ice-cold beer, with countless bubbles rushing around his lips and teeth, yet without the sting of alcohol.
Just as the beer aroma began to fade, the aroma of seasonings like ginger, garlic, and chili, along with the charred aroma of the fried crispy skin of the chicken wing root, emerged together.
To Boss Hu's surprise, several strong flavors mixed together, exploding simultaneously between his lips and teeth. They didn't interfere with each other; instead, they formed a complementary state.
That feeling was like listening to a rock song at a live house that made your heart beat along with the rhythm. In terms of taste, this dish also scored highly.
However, the real highlight was yet to come!
Disaster's cooking skills were indeed good, and with the aid of her spiritual sense, she even surpassed most professional chefs.
But color, aroma, and taste were ultimately just the surface. Whether the essence of Human Hell had been grasped ultimately depended on the nature hidden beneath the surface.
Thinking this, Boss Hu slowly closed his eyes.
He was waiting, waiting for the emotions contained within this dish to erupt.
However, after waiting for a few seconds, he gradually frowned, his expression becoming serious. He didn't feel any emotions in this dish.
How could this be? It shouldn't be!
When Disaster was cooking, I clearly glimpsed rich and intense emotional changes. Why can't I feel them at all now? Have they been lost? Did something go wrong during one of the cooking steps? Boss Hu wondered.
At this moment, his mood was inexplicably anxious and disappointed.
That feeling was like arranging to meet a friend at a certain time, but when the time came, the person wasn't there.
He subconsciously believed that Lu Yibei had made some mistake while cooking, which led to the loss of emotions during the process. This was a common situation for beginners.
While recalling Lu Yibei's cooking process, trying to find where she had made a mistake so he could correct her later, he repeatedly chewed and savored the chicken in his mouth.
Delicious, very delicious, extremely delicious!
The deliciousness continuously stimulated his taste buds, sending such signals to his brain, causing him to involuntarily feel a sense of warmth and happiness.
It was like a mother's embrace, or a beautiful dream of blue skies, white clouds, birds singing, and flowers fragrant, making one want to linger in it.
Immediately after, just as Boss Hu was influenced by that feeling of warmth and happiness, subconsciously wanting to capture the beauty within it, a series of crisp sounds rang in his ears.
"Crunch—crunch—!" Something was breaking.
As if sensing the arrival of danger, Boss Hu suddenly opened his eyes and saw countless faceless figures, who had appeared around him at some point, surrounding him in the center.
"""Crunch—crunch—!"
The crisp sounds continued. Following the direction of the sound, hideous cracks spread beneath his feet, like the surface of a frozen lake cracking underfoot.
So, at the moment Boss Hu cast his gaze downwards, the ground shattered.
Immediately after, he fell into icy water. Darkness instantly occupied most of his vision. Besides the gurgling sound of water, there was dead silence. A strong sense of suffocation struck him.
In a daze, Boss Hu became a drowning person, frantically flailing his limbs, trying to make his body float upwards, closer to the light source that was getting further and further above.
Just then, those faceless figures gathered near the broken hole above, stretching their necks like roasted ducks hooked by their necks, casting their gaze downwards.
They saw him fall into the water, but they seemed to have no intention of offering help. Instead, they started pointing and talking.
"Why would someone so young think of doing something like this?" freёwebnovel.com
"What a pity, what a pity!"
"Ah, speaking of which, he was actually quite a nice person."
They kept discussing like that, seemingly very concerned about the drowning person, yet no one took any concrete action.
Gradually, Boss Hu saw faces appear on the faces of those faceless people, some grinning hideously, some secretly pleased, some indifferent.
Then, some different sounds echoed in his ears.
"I think he's just being dramatic. Who doesn't have unhappy times?"
"Exactly, what's the big deal? Just tough it out and it'll pass, won't it?"
"I always thought he was a bit strange. It's not surprising he ended up like this."
Under the constant verbal assault in his ears, his consciousness gradually blurred, and illusions began to appear before his eyes.
He saw a young girl wake up early in the morning, get herself dressed up nicely, and go out alone to shop, watch movies, enjoy delicious food, and get a new haircut at the salon. When night fell, she returned home alone, filled a bathtub with hot water, slowly lay down in it, and dyed it crimson.
He saw a middle-aged man being thoroughly chewed out by his Leader, who was younger than him. He drank a lot of alcohol, then climbed alone onto the company's rooftop, and without much hesitation, he jumped.
The police tape was put up, the ambulance came and went, and a few hours later, everything returned to normal. People chatted and laughed as they walked on the freshly cleaned ground.
Finally, he saw a young boy, lost amidst the waves of family breakdown and societal change, standing bewildered at the crossroads of life, hesitating for a long time, and finally choosing the worst and most flamboyant path.
He indulged in pleasure, he vented the rage in his heart on those around him, like a beast covered in sharp thorns, yet desperately yearning for someone to notice the excellence he hid.
How much he wished someone, disregarding the thorns, even if it meant bleeding profusely, would embrace him! Alas, no one was willing to do so, not even try.
Finally, all the illusions disappeared.
Boss Hu felt as if he had finally sunk to the bottom of the water.
There was no spring breeze or summer cicadas, no autumn leaves or winter snow, no Human Fireworks, only pitch black and dead silence.
He couldn't stop crying, but the water instantly swallowed his tears. He opened his mouth wanting to let out a final cry, but coldness instantly filled his throat.
For a moment, he felt as if he had died, and simply gave up struggling, letting his body gradually sink into the mud. It should be over by now, right?
Lived, but just living without meaning – this level can already be considered genuine Human Hell. I didn't expect Disaster to achieve this level after only seeing it once. Should I say she is indeed worthy of being a Witch Breed?
Just as he noticed that the emotional impact was fading, thinking that the power of """Lived""" was about to disappear, a faint, yet distinctly different emotion rippled in his heart.
Following that, he saw some more scenes and heard some sounds.
He saw a young boy who would visit the grave of the girl who had cut her wrists every year, placing a bouquet of tulips, her favorite flowers. He heard a firefighter cover his face and weep, "Just a little, just a little more and I would have caught him!"
He saw a kind Miss, regardless of being covered in blood herself, holding the thorny boy in her arms. Then...
He saw a father, controlling the storm, soaring into the sky.
Finally, the image froze on the back of a figure, soaring and charging towards the overwhelming, devil-god-like mist poison. After a long time, Boss Hu slowly opened his eyes, looking at the pale ceiling, feeling as if he had been away for an eternity.
A tear slowly slid down from the corner of his eye.
She actually made the boss cry? Then it must be a huge success? That woman, Chatterbox Girl, is reliable, she can be trusted! Lu Yibei muttered to herself, quickly leaning forward and asking, "Boss, Boss! Was it a refreshing torment? Did I succeed in making Human Hell?"
He turned his head to look at Lu Yibei, thought for a moment, and said with a serious expression, "It was successful, but it wasn't Human Hell.
